Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1887-03-21
TALMAGE IN THE WEST
THE PREACHER AT KANSAS CITY on
CHEER FOR THE DIsHEARTENED."
Occasions When The Nan Of the World is Aces
sols to Higher Thoughts and influences
Cheer for These Who Think Them
selves Neglected.

ho'' l. De"ht 1aInaSe, D.D., preached
in the Second Presby terian Church of this
place this morning. He arrived here yes
terday from st. Louis, and is stopping
over Sunday on his way to Topeka, KS.
After expOunding an appropriate chapter
he gave out the hymn beginning:
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly"
His subject was ''Cheer for the Dis
heartened," and his text Psalm cxlii: V. A.:
mo MAN CARED FOR MY SOUL"
DR.. Talmage said:
David, the rubicund lad, had become the
battle-wOrn warrior. Three thousand
armed men liz pursuit of him, he had hid
den in the cave of Engedi, near the coast
OF the Dead Sea. Utterly tagged out with
the pursuit, as you have often worn out
with the trials of life, he sat down and
cried out: "No man cared for my soul"
If you should fall through hatchway,
or slip from scaffolding or drop through a
skylight, there would be hundreds of peo-
pie who would come around and pick up
your body and carry it to the home or TO
the hospital. ] saw great crowd of peo-
pie in the street, and asked: What is
the NATTER" and | found out that poor
labOring man had fallen under sunstIoke,
and all our eyes were filled with tears Mt
the thought of his distracted wife and his
desolated home. We are all sympathetic
with physical disaster, but how little SYM
pathy for spiritual woes! There are men
in this house who have come to mid
life who have never yet been
once personally accosted about their
eternal welfare. A great sermon dropped
into an audience of hundreds of thousands
will do its work; but if this world is ever
to be brought TO God it will be through
little sermons preached to private Chris
tians, to an audience of one The sisters
letter pOstmarked at the village-the word
uttered in your hearing, half of smiles and
half of tears-the religious postscript to
business letter-the card left at the door
when you had some kind of trOuble-tbe
anxious look of some one across q church
aisle while an earnest sermon was being
preached, swung you into the kingdom of
God. But there are hundreds of people in
this house who will take the words that
David used in the past tense, and employ
it in the present tense, and cry ont, mo
man cares for my SOUL" You feel as you
90 out day by day in the tug and jostle of
life that it is
EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF.
You can endure the pressure Of CONNER
cial affairs, and would consider it almost
impertinent for any one TO ask you whether
you are making or losing money. But
there have been times when you would
have drawn your check for thousands of
dollars if some one would only help your
soul out of its perpleXities There are
questions about your higher destiny that
ache, and distract, and agOnize you at
times. Let no one suppose that because
yOu are busy all day with hardware, or
dry goods, or groceries, or grain, that your
thoughts are no longer than your yard
stick and stop at the braSs-headed nails of
the store counter. When you speak once
about religious things you think five thou
sand times. They call you wOrldling.
You are not q wOrldling. OF course you
are industrious and keep busy, hut you
have had your eyes opened to the real
q fool. YOu know better than any
one can tell you that few years
at most will wind up your
earthly engagements, and that you will
take residence in distant sphere where
all your business adrOitness would be 4
superfuity. You sometimes think till
your head aches about great religious sub
iects You go down the street with your
eyes fixed on the pavement, ObliviOus of
the passing multitudes, your thoughts
gone on eternal expedition. You wonder
il the Bible is true, how much Of it is lit
eral and how much is tigurative, if Christ
he Cod if there is anything like retrbu-
tion; il yOu are immortal; if a resurrec-
ton will ever take place; what the occu-
patton of your departed kindred Isl what
you will he ten thousand years from now.
With cultured placidity of cOuntenanCe
you are on fire with agitation of soul. On
this solitary
ANXIETY OF YOUR WHOLE LIFETIME!
You have sold goods to or bought them
from Christian people for ten years, and
they have never whispered one word of
spiritual counsel. You have passed up
and down the aisleS of churches with men
who knew that you had no hope of heaven
and talked about the weather and about
your physical health, and about every
thing but that concerning which you most
wanted to hear them speak, namely, your
everlasting spirit. Times without num-
ber you have felt in your heart, ifyOu have
not uttered it with your lips mo man
cares for my SOUL
There have been times when you were
especially pliable on the great subject of
religion. 1t was 80, for instance, after
you had lost your property. IOu had a
great many letters blowing yOu up for
being unfortunate You showed that there
had been cOnCatenation of circumstances
and that your insolvency WAS no fault OF
yours. Your creditors talked to you rs
though they would have 4 hundred cents
on dollar or your life. Protest after pr D
test tumbled in on your desk. Men who
used to take yOur hand with both of theirs
and shake it violently, now pass you on
the street with an almost imperceptible
nod. After six or eight hours Of scalding
business anxiety you 90 home, and you
shut the door, and throw yourself on the
sofa, and you feel in state Of despair.
YOu wish that some one would come in
and break up the gloom. Everything
seems to be against. The bank against
yOu. Your creditors against you. Your
friends, suddenly become critical, against
You. All the past against you. All the
future against you. You make reprOach-
ful outcry: "No man cares tor my soul. y
There was another occasion when all
THE DOORS OF YOUR HEART SWUNG OPEN
for sacred influences. A bright light went
out in your household. Within three oil
four days, there were compressed sickness
death, Obsequies. You were so lonely that
a hundred people coming into the hOust
did not break up the sOlitariness. You
were almost killed with the domestic
calamity. A few formal, perfunctory
words OF consolation were uttered on the
stairs before you went TO the grave; but
you wanted some one to come and tall
over the whole matter, and recite the ale
viatiOns, and decipher the lessons Of the
dark bereavement. No one came. Many
time you cOuld not sleep until two o1
three o'clock in the morning, and theI